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bonjour tristesse

'She suddenly dropped her bantering tone and looked me straight in the face. I at once felt ill-at-ease, and began to fidget. Even to-day I cannot get used to people who stare at you while they are talking, or come very close to make quite sure that you are listening. My only thought then is to escape from such proximity. I go on saying "Yes", while gradually edging away; their insistence and indiscretion enrage me. What right have they to try to corner me?'